ABSTRACT
Ah! will thine eye a gladsome beam display; Borrow from smooth HYPOCRISY’s a ray, To hail the long-desir’d return? Speak, wilt thou screw into a smile thy mouth, And welcome LIBERTY, with WIT and TRUTH; And for a moment leave thy Gang to mourn? Yes, thou wilt greet her with a half-forc’d smile, Quitting thy virtuous Company, a while, To say, ‘Dear Madam, welcome—how d’ye do?’ And then the DAME will answer with a dip, Scorn in her eye, contempt upon her lip, ‘Not much the better, Mister Burke, for you. Poor BURKE, I read thy soul, and feel thy pain— Go, join the sycophants that I disdain.’ 36 Cover from <italic>Pigs’ Meat</italic> (1794) https://s3-euw1-ap-pe-df-pch-content-public-p.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com/9780429348143/49c33773-622a-4f40-ae25-12c9d98688d9/content/fig_3.tif"/> Source: frontispiece to Pigs’ Meat; or, Lessons for the Swinish Multitude, 2nd edition, London, T. Spence, 1794.
